If you are going to do
what you are going to do,
then, me, too.

You know what they say,
"It's eye for an eye!" It's
never been a better time
to hoard your money or
build your fortress. If you
use your opulence just to
defend the devil's rigging,
it's not too far off to believe

others will come,
sneak in w/ gasoline
others will come,
sneak in w/ gasoline

speak in fire what they can't
say with words, still unheard
status as we know it
is based on make believe
is it so, so strange some
intend to burn

at inferno temperatures
in a city that infights
copy and paste?

then, is it strange,
except for the few,
the rich sit on their *****?

If you are going to do
what you are going to do,
then, me, too.

Me, too.
Me, too.

what point in that

a personal hell
brief but
horrible

drenched in that
which is
denounced

becoming the fuel's
further fuel

flames bursting

flare
like the inferno
of a sun'******br>
blood-colored reds
yellows, oranges
hot white

flesh
scorched
charred
blackened

licked
tasted
eaten

by the hungry flames

putrid stench

self-induced
death

to make a statement?

were those final "words"
even "heard"?

above the sizzling
sound
of
sanguine
sacreligious
sacrifice

The devil comes and sits across you.
It does not have hooves and horns
But instead it looks like you
Your brown eyes
Your somewhat curly hair
Your brown complexion
It owns it
It wants to own you
No contract is needed
All the devil wants is to
Lock eyes with you
And all you have to do is nod
Nod,your head up and down
It understands
It knows
It does not care for your imperfections
It only cares for what you hold
Your soul
All you want is success

You nod your head up and down
In a blink of an eye
The devil has gone
But with your soul
You breathe knowing what you’ve done
But continue on and head back home

You enter your dark lit room
The vibe is different, wait no
It’s not there
It’s no longer yours
You feel the emptiness both in your gut
And around the room

Sacredness is now inferno
Personal is now inferno
Colors and words are now your new inferno
Your thoughts are poisonous
You can’t talk
You can only think in this inferno
No tune can mellow you out
NO drugs can numb you
No love can shelter you
No words comfort you
Everything hurts
Like a roses thorn

But this is your new home
Now inferno.

I'm a paper
He's a flame
He's burning me alive,
Yet the moment is too beautiful to end.
I'm blackening:
the more time I spend with him, the worse I suffer.

Yet I never leave.

I can't picture life without him, without the danger of his fire.
Everyone is repulsed by his warning signs, pillars of smoke guarding him, while I breathe it in.

My friends tell me to leave,
before the
burns
become worse.

But I like the feeling of being enraptured by his heat.
I like how he burns me,
With scars that won't ever go away
And that's okay.

I wish I was less reckless
Less weak
For you
I wish that I could have
Stayed away
Stopped opening that door,
******* throw away this
Key
Write your name on a piece of
Paper
And toss it into this
Inferno
You left me in